Looking For Myself

Look, uh, I made it out and it was all grime I ain't been back to my neighborhood in a long time
I don't feel bad about it, tell me, am I wrong or right
Cause these streets never gave me nothing but a heart of light
Yeah, I dropped out, got my GED in prison Has it been one single time that I've needed it

I should mention, even though I'm not around, I can still feel the tension
They calling me a star, but I don't even like attention
I don't mean to be offensive, but
Most of the time, I'd rather be alone I'm getting out of this town and turning off my phone

I feel like nobody missed you until you're really gone, until you're really gone
I've been looking for myself at the bottom of an empty bottle
I've been looking for myself, you know I'll be here again tomorrow
Wish these old barstools and faded bar tops could tell you the stories that they've heard

Yeah, these old tattoos and faded scars all got some kind of story that they serve
And I'm just trying to get a better hold of my life
Why does everything that's wrong for me always feel right
I'm just trying to get a better hold of my life

Why does everything that's wrong for me always feel right
I know it's hard to understand to me, don't do holidays with no family
Childhood full of hungry nights, handcuffs and pitch decks randomly
Hard times made a man of me, I was out the house before I could drive

I was selling weed, jumping couch to couch, doing everything I could to survive
I had a dream that I sang a song and it started playing on radio stations
Dying to live, living to die, praying for change in my situation
I remember up in county jail, I was tripping about all the time I was facing

I got some friends no longer alive from doing a line and somebody laced it
We live in a cold place, everybody struggling where I was raised
We stuck in our ways, people don't really do anything just to get paid
Damn, got me praying for my people, Lord

Can you watch over and protect us from all evil, Lord
I've been looking for myself at the bottom of an empty bottle
I've been looking for myself, you know I'll be here again tomorrow
Wish these old bar stools and faded bar tops could tell you the stories that they've heard

Yeah, these old tattoos and faded scars all got some kind of story that they served
And I'm just trying to get a better hold of my life
Why does everything that's wrong for me always feel right
I'm just trying to get a better hold of my life

Why does everything that's wrong for me always feel right